Chrysalis

For a brief moment, I’m completely stunned. I’ve gotten so used to the Gravity Bomb being infallible that I expected even a half baked effort to do some serious damage.

Even after this big moron somehow burned the power out of it, I still thought he’d lose an arm or something. I might have been overly reliant on my trump card….

That’s fine. I can still hit him with a bigger one. Or use my new mastery and summon a Gravity Well to squish this pest flat! Or… I would, if I still had a full tank of the sweet, sweet purple mana.

I grit my mandibles and peel off ten mind-constructs to get working on making me some more gravity mana. My main mind is far superior at handling this type of spell than the sub-brains and their constructs, but I need that main mind for casting right now.

Not for the first time, I kick myself for being too lazy to practise the mana construct enough. Working my way through a new mana producing construct is always a mind breaking exercise, and the gravity version is right up there with the omni-elemental construct in terms of complexity.

This is going to be taxing, but I don’t see a way out of it. I pretty much always have an omni-elemental construct humming along these days and I crank it into action now, churning out ice mana which I start to condense. I’m sure I’ll be needing it soon.

[An interesting thing, worm! Did you think that Torrifex, the herald of Arconidem, would be crushed by such weak magic?]

The haughty is pretty much dripping from this demon and his description of my bomb spell as weak is enough to grind my mandibles.

Weak, he says. You’ll be getting served something a little more spicy in a minute. In the meantime….

[Let’s see if you can keep talking when you get a taste of this!]

I check my spacing, then dash forward, drawing on the Altar as I do. The world blurs around me and I find myself standing not ten metres away from the enormous demon.

When I stretch to my full height, extending my legs to lift my body up, I stand around fifteen metres tall, enough to chomp this monster right around the waist, which is what I aim to do.

Void Chomp!

the Altar, the Skill howls to life, dragging my opponent forward as the mighty jaws of black light close with inexorable force. Again, the demon doesn’t act as I expect, and instead launches its own strike against

slashes forward, sending four slashes that scream through the air straight toward me. I can almost hear the air wail with despair as

be a little impressive, but do you really think you can beat the

Skills clash, a shockwave of power explodes outward, blowing my antennae back and sending larvae flying like leaves in the face of a hurricane. Rock disintegrates from the force of the blast, sending dust and stones flying into the air and smashing into

Holy moly!

than I did in that blast. Heh. Even if this idiot is tier eight,

do you like them apples?!] I

I am not

blare a warning and I once again flicker to the side before

the demon

the demon looks seriously peeved. Which is bad. However, he’s lost a chunk from his side. Which is good! The chunk appears to be healing, filled with a rapidly congealing mass

problem! I kind of assumed I’d be able to explode them using the Altar. Considering how easily I dealt with the tier sevens, I’d thought that these would be a bit harder, but not overly

a heck of

I interest you in a

Void Chomp!

Will of the Colony. It’s impossible that this demon

probably shouldn’t tell him what I’m planning to do